[The kiss certainly says enough, at least Scott is going to take that as affirmation, his tongue licking her lips as she pulls away. He's willing to give everything that he has, that he is for her, and it's definitely his hormones talking right now, but he truly has deep feelings for her.
He almost melts when she places a kiss right above his glasses, although a tiny thought of concern pops in his head about his shades getting knocked off during this. He's sure that Hank didn't design his sunglasses with this in mind, but honestly, the last person he wants to think about is Professor McCoy as Kotone draws her hand down and presses against his need, his toes curling just from that touch alone. I-It'll be fine, yeah.
Scott's almost jealous how she can go from being so soft with him to giving him that mischievous smile and grinding her hand against his frustratingly still clothed length.]
G-Going to help me with that?
[The smallest attempt to sound cool, but it probably falls on its face, given that his question comes in an almost breathless gasp, his head tossed back as he bucks into her palm with another whimper and his legs widening more. He's probably getting impatient and the thought of being buried inside her makes him clench the condom that's in his grasp, but also, getting teased like this is fun. Fuck, is he weird or something?? Maybe the jocks at his old school were right calling him a freak, but Scott puts no other thought into it, just chasing that heat that's building in his spine.
Despite his words, his free hand reaches down and towards the button of his jeans, his fingers touching hers while trying to get that stupid button pulled. Why are clothes like this???]
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He almost melts when she places a kiss right above his glasses, although a tiny thought of concern pops in his head about his shades getting knocked off during this. He's sure that Hank didn't design his sunglasses with this in mind, but honestly, the last person he wants to think about is Professor McCoy as Kotone draws her hand down and presses against his need, his toes curling just from that touch alone. I-It'll be fine, yeah.
Scott's almost jealous how she can go from being so soft with him to giving him that mischievous smile and grinding her hand against his frustratingly still clothed length.]
G-Going to help me with that?
[The smallest attempt to sound cool, but it probably falls on its face, given that his question comes in an almost breathless gasp, his head tossed back as he bucks into her palm with another whimper and his legs widening more. He's probably getting impatient and the thought of being buried inside her makes him clench the condom that's in his grasp, but also, getting teased like this is fun. Fuck, is he weird or something?? Maybe the jocks at his old school were right calling him a freak, but Scott puts no other thought into it, just chasing that heat that's building in his spine.
Despite his words, his free hand reaches down and towards the button of his jeans, his fingers touching hers while trying to get that stupid button pulled. Why are clothes like this???]